"The paper report would take forever to format, and I can see you're all on edge. So, I'll just project the data on the screen. Take a look," he said, gesturing toward the large LED display that lit up with an array of colorful graphics and figures.
Everyone turned to look, their eyes darting across the screen, trying to make sense of the information overload.
Ablett, who already knew the outcome, didn’t even bother to glance up.
Yuna sat deflated in a corner, silent and still, like a punctured balloon, waiting for the inevitable.
Penelope, after staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity, turned to the doctor and asked impatiently, “Doc, it's all just numbers and jargon. Can you just tell us straight—is Yuna my daughter or not?”
The doctor cleared his throat and said, “I’ve extracted 23 pairs of chromosomes from their blood samples. There's a 99.99% match at every genetic marker. There's no doubt about it—your husband and this young lady are biologically related.”
The room fell silent as the doctor’s words dropped like a bombshell. Ablett and Yuna both stood up, their faces a picture of disbelief.
How could Yuna possibly be Hackett’s daughter? Ablett knew all too well who Hackett’s daughter was—it was Marguerite, the infant he had brought home all those years ago!
Their eyes turned to Zoe, who let out a sigh of relief as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
In that moment, Ablett had realized something. He clenched his fists, a surge of rage coursing through him. Zoe, that bitch, had cheated on him!
Meanwhile, Marguerite had not held much hope, so her disappointment wasn't as profound.
Hackett, red with fury, pointed a finger at Robert and bellowed, “Are you happy now? Go and apologize to Yuna! With evidence this solid, do Marguerite and I even need to test? Forget it! This is an absolute circus! You and I will settle this later!”
Hackett, his face softening with paternal love, hugged her tightly, his laughter filled with contentment. “Why are you so surprised? You've always been my daughter!”
Yuna nodded vigorously. “Yes! I’m your daughter! Past, present, and future, I carry your blood in my veins! I’m so overjoyed!”
So it turned out she was not the daughter of some casino owner, nor was she a nobody from the countryside.
She was the legitimate heiress of the illustrious Fitzgerald family! She was the heiress!
And all thanks to her mother, Zoe, who had laid out this path for her.
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